"Lady Tu saw that you and I were acquainted and had some history, so she took it upon herself to play matchmaker. She even suggested that I boldly pursue you, to snatch you away, lest a fine lady like you fall into the hands of the King of Hell, a fresh flower stuck in cow dung."
Feng Yun:...
Lady Tu had not met Pei Jue.
But Pei Jue's notorious reputation spread far and wide, with sayings like "eight feet tall, feed on raw meat and drink blood" easily leading people to imagine him as a crude brute or wild man.
"Lady Tu really has good intentions though."
It's just uncertain what Pei Jue would think if he knew.
Thinking of the letter from Pei Jue, Feng Yun's mood slightly darkened, and she picked up the cup of wine Chunyu Yan had poured and downed it in one gulp.
Chunyu Yan's gaze shifted slightly.
He could tell Feng Yun was not in a good mood.
But he didn't ask, and refilled her cup once more.
Feng Yun stared at the night sky, not looking at him, her voice distant.
